Making a living in a creative field demands a certain commando flexibility, certainly at first. The early days for me were like being dropped behind enemy lines with a knife between my teeth and a mission to commit general mayhem.
Before I reached the point of just drawing pictures, I supplemented my art revenue, I taught fencing and self-defense (not together, obviously), was a roller-skating disco-dancing waiter, a porn store clerk, an apartment remodeler and (for six hellish months I can only chalk up to a quarter-life crisis) a mortgage banker. That's in addition to the usual round of waiting tables, tending bar and assorted other shit jobs.
Every now and then it occurs to me that it's been years since I worried about having to get a 'real' job. When your day job is doing a few of these babies a week, life is pretty sweet indeed.
I'm putting together a graphic novel package in the next few months. That means I'll have a chance to do another run at the comics page post that blogger ate. More to come...
4 comments:
Thanks for stopping by my blog (I'm Surrounded By Idiots.) Thought I'd return the favor. :)
I love your artwork & commend your tenacity! It's so hard these days to make money with art. It seems the creative professions (art, writing, etc.,) take a major back seat in the modern day, which is a shame, really. Personally I can examine various artistic pieces for HOURS on end, marvelling at details, how it was done & the overall impression. My eyes are addicts for the stuff & your work is just what they needed today.
Here's to your continued success! Keep up the good work!
I take my mask off to you for making thr jump. Imagine what you would have become if the mortgage banker mould had set?!
I do SO long for a tattoo.
A tiny dragonfly on my shoulder
Nice ink, man.
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